LITMIR.BIZ

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      He frowned. They’d traveled together only once before, and he wasn’t sure if he was flattered or disturbed that she remembered his habits so well. Fortunately, his luggage reappeared, and he was saved from deciding. He stepped forward and pulled the bag off the belt. “Ready?” he asked.

      “You’re the boss. If you say I’m ready, then I’m ready.”

      Carter sighed as he headed toward the exit. Apparently they were back to attitude. “So whatever I say, you’re going to do?” He paused long enough to look at her. “If I say jump, you’ll jump?”

      She rolled one shoulder. “I’m told that’s the way this operation’s going to go down. You’re the big, strong chief, and I’m the subservient underling.” Her eyes widened as she peered at him, giving her an innocent quality he knew was total camouflage. “Or have I been misinformed?”

      Carter stifled the urge to sigh. He had a feeling he’d be sighing a lot over the next few days, and he didn’t want to run through his recommended daily allowance. Instead, he dropped his bag on the ground, turned and faced her, his arms crossed over his chest. “Do we have a problem here, agent?”

      She took a step back, her head cocked as if she was surprised by his reaction.

      “Well?” He knew he sounded harsh, but he needed to know. There were a hundred reasons working in close proximity to Tori was going to be difficult, and if she intended to go out of her way to make it more so, he wanted to know right off the bat.

      For a moment she faced him, that defiant expression he remembered from the academy flickering across her face. He braced for the worst, but then her expression cleared. “No, sir. No problem at all.”

      “Good. Glad to hear it.” They started moving again, and he slipped on his sunglasses as they stepped outside. “So, enlighten me. You said you’d been mapping out a plan. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

      “What?” she asked, her eyes wide with surprise. “The big-shot leader is actually asking the little underling for ideas?”

      He almost laughed at her expression, but something told him that her surprise was real, and he kept his face serious. “We’re a team, Tori. Which brings to mind the word teamwork. Which implies working together.”

      She pressed her lips together again, and he sensed hesitation. After a moment, she nodded. “Okay. I’ve been thinking about lots of things. But the most important is our cover story.” Her footsteps quickened to keep pace with his, and he could see her in his peripheral vision. “Mostly, I think we need to get our cover story straight.” She paused. “And we’ll need some practice.”

      “Practice?”

      “Being a couple. We should practice before checking in to the resort.”

      Again, his body tightened. The idea of practicing with Tori held a certain appeal. Especially for a perfectionist like himself. Hell, they might have to practice for hours and hours….

      “—or completely dysfunctional.”

      He’d missed what she was saying. “Sorry. What was that?”

      “I said, we could either be a sexually aware couple looking to add some additional spice to an already pretty perfect relationship, or we could be sexually dysfunctional. You know, unable to get it together and coming to the resort for some much needed help.” She paused, as if giving him time to consider all the possibilities. “Which do you think?” her voice was rising with just the hint of challenge.

      She’d been baiting him, of course, and now she was expecting a reaction. But he didn’t flinch, didn’t change his breathing, didn’t even look at her. Instead he stared straight ahead and said, “Since it’s you and me we’re talking about, Agent Lowell, I think we ought to stick with trying new things.” He turned then, secure in his composure. “I know your record, agent, and I know me. And I can’t imagine either one of us ever failing at anything. And that includes sex.”

      That got her. Her mouth dropped open, and she stopped cold in the middle of the sidewalk while he continued walking toward the rental car lot. After a second, he heard her laughter, and he allowed himself a simple smile. Two points for the home team, but it was early in the game.

      Still, he could say one thing for certain—no matter what else it might be, this assignment wasn’t ever going to be dull.

      3

      THE GUY AT THE CAR RENTAL PLACE told them that the ride from Burbank to Santa Barbara generally took about two hours. As they’d been setting out, Tori had offered to drive, promising Carter she could make it there in one and a half. Like a typical guy, he’d turned down her offer, shifted into first and peeled out.

      So she’d spent the last hour and twenty minutes watching him zip up the highway, slowing only to go over hills that might be concealing the local highway patrol.

      As they approached the town, Tori crossed her arms over her chest. If she’d offered to make it in one hour, Carter probably would have broken the sound barrier.

      She turned to him. “So, speed racer, afraid we’re going to get there and it’ll be gone?” she asked.

      He clicked off the Smash Mouth CD he’d been jamming to since they’d left the airport. “Just seeing what she’s got,” he said, referring to the sleek Jaguar they’d rented. The Kama Resort cost a fortune, and one of the perks of pretending to be a client was that they also got to pretend they had money. Lots and lots of family money.

      “Just how long does it take to figure that out?” Tori asked. “You opened her up the second we pulled out of the airport.” She’d spent the drive out of the L.A. area getting her notes in order to go over with Carter as soon as they were out of traffic. He’d spent the time popping the clutch, shifting like mad and generally behaving like a guy.

      He shrugged, then downshifted as they rounded a curve. “Like all females, cars aren’t predictable.” He turned to face her, his honey-brown eyes unreadable. “Some take longer to get to know than others.”

      She laughed. No way was he baiting her that easily. “Like me?” Turning in her seat, she faced him head-on. “Believe me, boss, you’re not going to figure me out unless I want to be figured out. And that’s a promise.”

      “You always were cocky.” Hooking his finger on the bridge of his glasses, he turned just enough to aim a sideways glance in her direction. “You’re also pretty damn inscrutable.”

      “And you think that’s a bad thing?”

      “Depends.” The car crested a hill, and he paused to glance toward the ocean beating against the beach on their left. “It’s good in a woman you’re just starting to be interested in.” He caught her eye, and the intensity reflected there surprised her. “I mean, there’s something exciting—erotic, even—about the unknown. Don’t you agree?”

      She licked her lips. She’d already decided he wouldn’t bait her, but he was sure trying hard enough. And damned if some secret little part of her actually liked the attention.

      “Of course, it can also be bad,” he continued, not waiting for her nonexistent answer. “In a wife, for example.” He shrugged. “Every man wants a little mystery, sure. But I want to know all about the woman I’m going to spend my life with. I’m not inclined to have a relationship with an enigma.”

      “Good thing we’re not having a relationship, then.”

      “Oh, but we are.” His soft words seemed to drip over her like warm butter, and she licked her lips again, uncomfortable with the way her body was tingling simply from the sound of his voice.

      “Excuse me?” She sat up straighter, determined that he not see he’d managed to dent her armor.

      “You’re my wife, remember? For the next week or so, you promised

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